IX encontro

O IX encontro realizou-se em Machico, no dia 30 de Março.

Free Bingo...with writing and Sketch

I see all the faces, same faces, here once again.  Excitement and Hope, that they win a good amount of money. All hopes put in these little books with a few pages on them. Too much responsibility for such papers, full of numbers and squares waiting for people to put a dot ink on them.

                Young and old, all eager for those lucky numbers… for those extra pounds. Some of them don’t even realize that the money they spend on the boards, food and drinks is more than the amount of some prizes…

                I see a big room packed with people, some with their friends, other’s with their families. Some I know. Interesting two months and I already know so many of them. Mainly thanks to my sis, Gill. She introduces me to everyone and anyone… Bless her…

                I see faces bored, tired from a long day of work, some of them bored of not doing anything… Maybe thinking about their sad jobs and their “sad” families and they don’t want to go back too… Lost eyes looking nowhere…

                I see two new faces sitting down on our table “How are they?” I asked myself on the way to the toilets. Friends with Gill probably.

                Toilets smelling of cleaning product. They’re too cold. Gossip with Becky nearly peed myself for it… We women, sometimes, are sad. We know.

                Came back from the toilet, the couple are friends to Jodie and not Gill. Still me and Becky are not introduced. It’s a bit awkward been on table with people and not talking with them.

                I see empty glasses on this table of ours, Becky playing cards with Tony. Tony is trying his best not to show boredom. “Nice couple” I think to my bottoms.

                I look at Gill she looks bored playing her boards. Hoping that the free event will be soon continued, to win money…. She needs tobacco desperately.

                I smell hot dog, vinegar chips….it’s making me sick. I can feel the air conditioned it’s fresh but not strong enough to take this awful smell away from me.

                My mood it’s not the best today. I’ve not been sleeping that much. Keep waking up after closing my eyes. I miss my cats, my cat-daughters. After Thomas they’re my live. It feels like I abandoned two of my kids behind. A day doesn’t go by without me crying missing them… Of course, I’m really discrete because of my son. He misses them also.

                I see everyone grabbing the dabbler, the free event it’s going to continue after a break.

                Here I go again. “22, all the two’s, 22”

P.S. I don’t like to gamble, I don’t support it. This is a free event. No money was spent and no money was won.

HUMM....I SMELL....

There is an aroma in the air that fills the house up. And I’m the guilty one.

I love to bake… I felt like doing some scones but not just any scones, it had to be my type of scones. What do I mean by it? I just can’t help myself and add an extra ingredient or two…

This time was butterscotch syrup.

I can hear the other resident impatient to try them… I can hear also a terrible silence that hit this house yesterday…my loving “sister” is gone and the house feels empty.

The recipe I’ve tried, I’ve seen it in a book “Let’s Get Cooking” and it’s a basic Scone recipe but I found out that it’s called Drop Scones. Because they don’t raise like the “normal” scones.

Golden round big coins…

When you break one in half… the smell of it… hummm Delicious…. It’s to die for…

Side sauce..Go on guess which???? Of course, it had to be butterscotch syrup.

You just can’t have enough of it.

I just love cooking….I love my cooking…

My cooking let me tell you, feels like home to me. For those who don’t feel at home anywhere will understand me when I say this…

My cooking is my comfort, my fluffy slippers to walk around the house, my favorite sofa, my favorite warm blanket…

My cooking is Delicious.

Easter Bunny

Thomas meu filhote....

Keeping promises...

I kept my promise :D writing with sketch...

"Late breakfast...Although I woke up early... Breakfast in my room although its forbitten... There are some rules meant to be broken from time to time. 
How peacefull my drawing looks compared to the noises I'm hearing outside. Cars, even an airplain, people talking.
I need stillness today... So I look at my drawing.
I can smell the odor of coffee, true coffee on its making... from coffee beans... What a glorious smell....
My mouth is full of this taste, taste of my vice. It warms me up, this coffe makes me feel at home.
It's called Delta, it's from Portugal. Still feel the taste of a golden toast with strawberry jam.... Delicious. You can see a bit left on my plate, on my drawing.
Where did the sun go.... It was a beautiful morning, the sunshine was so strong that I didn't put my T-shirt on me....
I see the shadows shifting has the day grows gray every minute that passes.... I look at my drawing it's still warm... I look at the drawing and realize I have a book to read "Words for Wellbeing"...

Por estes lados (interiores)

 



Formação Orçamento de Estado 2013 ...boring

Ainda o VIII Encontro

A Filipa é sempre muito produtiva!

Câmara de Lobos

Grafite e caneta.

VIII Encontro

Terra dos Lobos Marinhos.

Barcos

Câmara de Lobos, Ilha da Madeira

VIII encontro

Câmara de Lobos, pequena cidade pescatória.

Câmara de Lobos

Esboços em Câmara de Lobos, Ilha da Madeira.

20 de Outubro de 2012

Um domingo sem agitações

Almoço com a avó aniversariante...

No passado dia 23 a minha avó fez 90 anos. Hoje foi o almoço para festejar. Aproveitei e fez três desenhos rápidos...era eu quem estava a cozinhar :P

 Entretanto, ela adormeceu... hehehe

Strela

Energia todo o dia...

Petsitting Strela

Objectos

A luz da manhã é sem dúvida a melhor.

Ainda muito verão pela frente

"Vadiação"

... ou, por outras palavras mais sensatas: 

Um momento de retiro :-)

Participantes do VII encontro

Foram treze os participantes do VII encontro. Na foto falta Nair Morna, na altura da concentração/ partilha já não estava connosco.

Partilha - VII Encontro

Sé do Funchal

Participantes do VII Encontro

Acompanha-me cantando

Rebeca

Almoço na casa da minha mãe...

Como a minha mãe não queria ajuda com o almoço, comecei a ser útil para mim própria...
Ainda não tinha tido a oportunidade de a desenhar e aproveitei-a...

Sé do Funchal - Isabel Figueira

VII Encontro de Urban Sketchers Portugal Madeira

Deixo-vos o meu pequeno registo de 15 minutos :P Espero que gostem :P

VII Encontro

Vamos desenhar a Sé do Funchal!
A concentração está marcada para as 14 horas, sábado, dia 4 de Agosto, no átrio do mais importante monumento religioso da nossa região.
A partilha dos trabalhos será pelas 18:00 horas, também no átrio da igreja da sé do Funchal. Venha participar e traga um amigo!